Cuba too will come in late; I’m gwine home.
For I’ve got a home out yonder, &c.
Every thing is done by steam, few days—few days;
Leather taffy, chalk ice-cream—I’m gwine home.
Boys wears beards, and women too, few days—few days;
Though all things change there’s nothing new, I’m gwine home.
For I’ve got a home out yonder, &c.
The Shanghai fowls, how tall they grow, few days—few days,
That people can not hear them crow; I’m gwine home.
When guano’s put on gudgeon’s tails, few days—few days;